Here it goes again.

End of the weekend. Today was exhusting. I overslept 'til about eight thirty, since my alarm no longer wakes me. Apparently, the piercing screech of a repeated buzzer fails to register in my head as something worth getting up for. I dressed and went to church. It was pretty fun, more so than usual today. My friend and I spent a good deal of the time trying to hook another friend up with the guy she likes, and failing at it. I think the youth leaders were rather agitated at us by the end of the service, unfortunately, since we continually talked through most of it. I make up for my soft - spokeness during most of the week by babbling on about nothing whenever I'm with people who I know a little better, I've found. After church, I did about an hour and a half of algebra, which was one of the less enjoyable ways to ease me back into the school week, and did some minor english, french and science homework. Teachers are still continuing to load me up every single day; the weekend is no longer an exception. I think they're afraid of finals. If students fail, teachers get in trouble.

This afternoon was spent on the Internet, engaging myself in all sorts of unusual conversations with friends, and tidying up my room. My bed is neatly made for the night now, so I don't have to go to the trouble of fixing it before I sleep, like I usually do! I love cleaning my room, for reasons that I will not even try to explain or describe to the general public. There's something very fulfilling about it, that makes me feel ready for anything, and safe at the same time. Thus why I go to the pains of cleaning it every weekend. That's the best I can do, if you're wondering. For explaining, I mean. I was meant to do some other cleaning, but I hid in my room as long as possible to avoid it. I'm rather good at that.

I babysat for my parents' small group and earned myself two and a half more hours of service learning this evening. I don't really mind the job all that much, my sister and brother tend to be more difficult than anyone else in attendance, but I can't say I won't be grateful for summer and the lack of small group that it brings with it. Giving up two hours on a Sunday night is no fun. I got some piano practice in before group, and ended up skipping dinner because of this. Fortunately, I am generally more motivated by boredom or stress to eat than actual hunger, so I was fine with the cookies somebody left out on the counter later. I left my electric guitar, which I usually don't like playing unless I can plug it in, in the basement, so I was able to play around with it, unplugged, for an hour or so tonight. My fingers are really sore now, but it was worth it to get some practice in. I'm irritated with myself for forgetting Stairway to Heaven and just about everything else I learned. I played Bodies quite a few times, and changed the chords around so that it sounded better, which was sort of fun.

I am not sure how I feel about returning to school tomorrow. It seems that there is always something to worry about, always new stress, but life might get monotonous without school too. I'm most anxious about teen living and algebra for valid reasons, and gym for completely stupid ones. I'm not looking forward to every single person I know asking if I've gone emo, but then again, half of my friends seem to think I am anyways, so they might not bother. Gah. I'm coming across as sort of whiny tonight. It's bothersome. I'm actually in a decent mood. As for the positive side of returning, I get to see some of the people who I haven't gotten a chance to talk with for a few days, and it will be a rather relaxed day that will allow me to enjoy my normal routine, something I love, but rarely get to keep. The dentist kept getting in my way, for a while.

I listened to a little bit of everything today. Atreyu, Bella Morte, Nirvana, and the Smashing Pumpkins, mostly. Some Birthday Massacre, but less than in previous days. My phase could potentially be over. Some Blind Melon too. That's who I'm listening to right now. Sleepyhouse still makes me want to give Shannon Hoon a hug and tell him to feel better, and stop taking drugs. It's quite sad, but beautiful. I had on some Mudhoney earlier. This Gift stuck in my head for days on end, then I gave in and listened to it, now I'm sort of halfway addicted. But, more than anything, I think I was listening to piano and string covers of Nirvana today. There are a few people who do a really amazing job with them, and the melodies transfer to other instruments quite well. I think they're what inspired me to start piano again...

That's it. Tomorrow begins another week.